I come to visit you this time. It’s early, well for you, not for me, being on opposite sides of the coast, I have already had my day started by a few hours.  We get back to your place, and you crawl into bed, coaxing me to join you, I do. But not for long, I want to go explore the city a bit. I tell you I will be back in a few hours. You go back to sleep.

When you wake up the sun is setting. And I am not in the room. There’s no sign that I’ve been back. Like you usually do, feel horny and want to fuck. You’re a little pissed that I’m not around. You go into the bathroom. Start the shower – two huge floor to ceiling glass walls enclose an eight foot tiled square. You get naked, step in and turn on the water. Two shower heads – mounted on opposite ends of the shower sprinkle to life. It feels like a wonderful warm rain.

You hear me come into the room – carrying bags and closing the door behind me. You hear me rustling around out there – hangers sliding in the closet, drawers opening and closing, bags being emptied and folded. You begin to wash your hair. I come into the bathroom.

“Where’ve you been?” you ask, rinsing your hair. I lean on the sink and smile at you. I am wearing a sleeveless, low-cut, white button down top, a dark grey skirt that comes just below my knees and black high heel pumps with open toes. “Shopping,” is all I say. You notice that I’m not wearing a bra and in the humidity of the bathroom is starting to make my shirt cling to my skin. You want to just touch me.

“For seven hours?” you ask me, “yes, I had many things I wanted to buy.” I gesture up and down my outfit. “See?” I ask, “Do you like this?” You tell me that you do and ask me to come closer to the shower so you can see me better. I step toward you. You look me up and down. You open the door to the shower and reach for me. You take my wrist and pull me to you. You kiss me. I twist a bit and tell you I don’t want to get my new clothes wet.

You grab at me and pull me into the shower. The water makes my shirt translucent. It sticks to my body. My dark eyeliner and mascara begins to run. My hair hangs in wet strands around my face and head. You kiss me again – lifting my arms over my head and holding them there. You push your tongue into my mouth. Deep.

Your right hand is groping my tits while you kiss me. They feel warm and firm in your hand – under my shirt – in the water. Your hand trails down my body and into the top of my skirt. I’m not wearing panties. You play a bit with my clit. “I want to fuck you,” You say. I bite my bottom lip and shyly smile at you.

You bring me to the floor of the shower. You’re holding my wrists at my side as we lower to the floor. I am on my back. You push my skirt up and spread my legs. Your left hand is on my right shoulder. You are pushing yourself into me. Once you are in, you hold my left shoulder with your right. You’re fucking me hard. You put your arms behind my legs to spread me more and hold onto my arms.

You are pounding into me. My breath is being forced out of me by you as we fuck. Water showers us both. My shirt is stuck to me; my shoes are bobbing in your peripheral vision. You’re going to cum. Instead of cuming inside me, you pull out and push my legs down. You begin jacking yourself off and in no time begin to cum. It sprays out of you and on to me. On to my shirt and tits and face. You cum a lot.

I ask you to pass me the shower head so I can make myself cum. You sit on the floor of the tub and watch me as I do so – you’re stroking your dick the whole time. My excitement brings you back to the edge of cuming again yourself. This time, you want to cum in me so you move between my legs. “Tell me when you cum,” you say. I nod. My body jerks a bit. “Do it now,” I say in a gasping voice, “do it now!”

You slide into me. You can feel my orgasm. My pussy pulses and clenches. You love it. Only a few strokes and you cum again, inside me. I am soaked and glowing. We kiss. And lie there on the floor while shower is running.